Grades Don’t Matter
Alas, a wretched A- has seet my gpa for this quarter at 3.94, just 0.6 shy of a 4.0. Still, that’s the nearly highest GPA I’ve had since my first semester of 7th grade, when I didn’t have P.E.! That calls for a non-athletic celebration.
I had a B- average in P.E., where the grades were given in terms of effort and how cute the creepy male P.E. teacher thought you were. I’m not lazy, I just didn’t like to run the mile and I would’ve rather done gymnastics across the basketball court then throw a basketball into a hole. Hoop. Whatever. Believe me, I was cute, but I covered myself up. I did not want any more of his creepy leering than was required for a B-. Oh yeah, and despite our “gymnastics” unit, which involved rolling around on the floor and walking across the balance bam in a straight line, I was a part-time gymnast and still got a B-. This meant I was the “demonstrator” and while that completely made my semester, extra face time with the creepy leering teacher didn’t help my grade. Oh well, at least we had those awesome giant, warm cookies with the M&Ms at the student store for $1 to look forward to after P.E.
I know I probably wrote about how grades don’t matter, since I’m just trying to get a job from this school, but I’m still a little bit excited that all my hard work this quarter and spending extra time at the labs paid off!
